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Fred Flintstone was watching the moving van go to the deserted hunted house. He remembered the creepy families that has moved into this house before. They were always creepy but nice, even if he didn't get alone with some of them. Who could be moving into the house this time? Barney Rubble and adopted son, Bambam walked into the yard.
"Who is moving into the hunted house?" asked Barney.
"I don't know. I hope that it isn't someone who is creepy," admitted Fred. Fred looked at the moving van moving stuff in. Everything looked normal.
"No strange stuff so far. Maybe someone normal might be moving into the house, this time," reinsured Barney.
"I hope that you're right," said Fred. He didn't hold out any hope that the person moving in would be someone normal, this time. To be continued.